[ Her fingers grip tightly to his shoulders when he grips back to her - wasn't expecting him to sit up, the hands that grip tightly and force her that little bit heavier against him. She's never made much a secret that she liked it when he got like that with her, pushing at her, rolling at her. It tears a sharp cry out from her lungs, holding tightly as his fingers slip and work against her, and God - God, if it's not everything she wants. Her belly clenching tightly in, her nails scraping, her head falling back as she presses her breast into his mouth. It catches her all too much off guard where she'd been set on tormenting him and she loses herself breathless too it, no restraint, just an avid sharp curl down of her hips that isn't long or smooth or teasing. It's gluttonous and quick and he feels so, so good inside her. Deep and perfect and she feels herself pulse around him that brings the colour up her body. Stretching into him, curling around him where he holds her so that she doesn't have to do anything else but let him move her. Hard and deep and quick.
It could go on like that, nothing but easy. Fuck him until she comes and he would soon after. He's hanging only because she won't let herself and just like that, she's close. Nails scratching down his back in mess lines, her mouth turned into him to drag at his neck in sometimes pointed, deliberate catches of teeth, sometimes breathless moans as he gives her what she wants ( him, and him so deeply inside of her it feels like a promise he'll never leave and it's one she's unfairly taken in the grip of her body where he can't deny her anything ).
Her thighs are shaking and her blood is thundering her ears and the only thing louder is the way she's barely even managing his name, just a wreck of sounds into his skin, just hanging onto him until she almost, almost could. Her thighs shaking either side of his hips, the jolt in the curl of her stomach. Her hands that aren't scraping to be cruel they're just hanging on and she's almost, there, eyes shut and shoulders hunched and toes curled, almost there. Gripping tightly around him.
But it's not what she wanted. It's perfect, it's always perfect, and no one else makes her sound like a cheap video off the EchoNet of Pandora like he does but she's - not letting him have that. Not after all he threatened her, and she drags herself together. Good as it might feel, where he'd come so deeply inside of her and he'd plead so sweetly on her skin. It's good enough every other time. But this is - there's too much different here.
She clambers for a breath of air where she's so close, unwinds herself. Brings her arms up and over, to where one second she brings her fingers sweet to his cheek. Her head up level where she's straddling his lap and a mess where she's so sharply jerking down with her weigh against his cock and for once second she smiles so very, very sweetly at him.
Her hand snaps up, she takes him by the throat and shoves him back down. Flat onto the bed and it takes - every bit of her strength she possesses, but she rolls her hips off him completely. Not going far, her legs are still shaking, and she's hot and wet and tight and needful where she settles just that little bit up his hips. ( and empty, oh she's so empty, she wants him back and - ) ]
I'm going to fuck you now, Parker, understand?
[ Her voice is whisper dry, stretching and harsh in the back of her throat where she's so over-worked and sensitive and fitful. She wants to come but she wants to ruin him more, and it just feeds into her all ugly and twisting. Her pupils wide and her chin lifting and her body glowing with nothing less but power.
( Oh she's always been just so self-sacrificing, hasn't she? ) ]
I'm going to fuck you and you're going to hate me. Then we're even and you can leave whenever you want, and I'll never ask you to stay again.
[ Her fingers shift around his throat, flexing, knowing he probably can't hear her over hating right now, she suspects. But she has him where she wants him because she always does. ]
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It could go on like that, nothing but easy. Fuck him until she comes and he would soon after. He's hanging only because she won't let herself and just like that, she's close. Nails scratching down his back in mess lines, her mouth turned into him to drag at his neck in sometimes pointed, deliberate catches of teeth, sometimes breathless moans as he gives her what she wants ( him, and him so deeply inside of her it feels like a promise he'll never leave and it's one she's unfairly taken in the grip of her body where he can't deny her anything ).
Her thighs are shaking and her blood is thundering her ears and the only thing louder is the way she's barely even managing his name, just a wreck of sounds into his skin, just hanging onto him until she almost, almost could. Her thighs shaking either side of his hips, the jolt in the curl of her stomach. Her hands that aren't scraping to be cruel they're just hanging on and she's almost, there, eyes shut and shoulders hunched and toes curled, almost there. Gripping tightly around him.
But it's not what she wanted. It's perfect, it's always perfect, and no one else makes her sound like a cheap video off the EchoNet of Pandora like he does but she's - not letting him have that. Not after all he threatened her, and she drags herself together. Good as it might feel, where he'd come so deeply inside of her and he'd plead so sweetly on her skin. It's good enough every other time. But this is - there's too much different here.
She clambers for a breath of air where she's so close, unwinds herself. Brings her arms up and over, to where one second she brings her fingers sweet to his cheek. Her head up level where she's straddling his lap and a mess where she's so sharply jerking down with her weigh against his cock and for once second she smiles so very, very sweetly at him.
Her hand snaps up, she takes him by the throat and shoves him back down. Flat onto the bed and it takes - every bit of her strength she possesses, but she rolls her hips off him completely. Not going far, her legs are still shaking, and she's hot and wet and tight and needful where she settles just that little bit up his hips. ( and empty, oh she's so empty, she wants him back and - ) ]
I'm going to fuck you now, Parker, understand?
[ Her voice is whisper dry, stretching and harsh in the back of her throat where she's so over-worked and sensitive and fitful. She wants to come but she wants to ruin him more, and it just feeds into her all ugly and twisting. Her pupils wide and her chin lifting and her body glowing with nothing less but power.
( Oh she's always been just so self-sacrificing, hasn't she? ) ]
I'm going to fuck you and you're going to hate me. Then we're even and you can leave whenever you want, and I'll never ask you to stay again.
[ Her fingers shift around his throat, flexing, knowing he probably can't hear her over hating right now, she suspects. But she has him where she wants him because she always does. ]